Father, O Father! What Do We Here

The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls Are Threshed From Their Husks.

Pride Is A Personal Commitment. It Is An Attitude Which Separates Excellence From Mediocrity.

He Who Would Do Good To Another Must Do It In Minute Particulars.

I Will Not Cease From Mental Fight Nor Shall My Sword Sleep In My Hand.

I Turn My Eyes To The Schools & Universities Of Europe And There Behold The Loom Of Locke Whose Woof Rages Dire, Washed By The Water-wheels Of Newton. Black The Cloth In Heavy Wreaths Folds Over Every Nation; Cruel Works Of Many Wheels I View, Wheel Without Wheel, With Cogs Tyrannic Moving By Compulsion Each Other: Not As Those In Eden, Which Wheel Within Wheel In Freedom Revolve, In Harmony & Peace.